i have become. lax.
in many ways. It's been some days since this small oval shape appeared in front of me in the Resting Chair near the Feed Shed. Where i sit. after giving feed and often times water to Jack Flash and Nogal. Where i sit upon walking up and around from B Garden. to catch my breath. it was just There. right in front of me on the road. Perfect. a cocoon…or, a perfect half of a cocoon. an impossibly PERFECT half….as if snipped with very sharp scissors. unnaturally so. and it has a story that won't happen right in this moment…but i wanted to photograph it this morning and looked around for how to do this and it was the rock that Peggy McG brought me this last spring….that was over on that only piece of furniture, Old Cowboy's drawers…
i brought it to this Morning table and set them together and it was perfect…somehow the substance of the cocoon being kin to the substance of the rock
but they were just set on this formica table and i saw the disrespect of this….how i've become lax and went to look for a piece of cloth that i might lay down to photograph things, looking in the drawer of that only piece of furniture that holds some rolled Cloths…maybe…..i hadn't looked in a long time….
the back of this is a Blue and might work….so i unrolled it and saw this.
forgotten
when did i make this? and at what point did i roll it and place it in the drawer?
how it Illustrates the Goings On of these days…how it Illustrates how that Intelligence of the Universe…that i believe gave me the halved cocoon in an effort to communicate in a way i would recognize….how it is a perfect illustration of that but/and how i am on and on so often unavailable to SEE, to HEAR….., so
it's now on the Cloth Wall. More things thread themselves together, more things hummmmmmmmm, a sound of How It Is.
connecting now, for me, to the 5 minutes of Trust.
CatherinE gemtactics.net/wordpress
there is THUNDER outside as i type this. Rain drops on the roof. June. not
how it is here in N Cal
but how it IS…in this moment….Thunder rolls. says…" I'm talking to you, grace…." and not just me, but whoever else is willing to hear….we are Out There/Here.


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